Fallen- Oikawa x Reader

Chapter 13

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Tenacious olive eyes met tormented brown ones across the volleyball court as the ball smashed against the gym floor. The sight of it flashing by his eyes, the sight of it moving faster than he could. The crack of it slamming against the hardwood being the sound of the anticipated defeat. Oikawa skidded to a stop, his chest heaving and sweat trickling down his forehead. He wasn't tired.

He was just numb.

Wakatoshi stared at him through the net and he stared back. The cheering teammates in juxtaposition to the dejected ones on the opposing side. It sent Oikawa spiraling as a team captain, an athlete and even as a person.

The ball rolled, the crowd cheered and then the cycle began again. His intelligent brown eyes watched the ball closely, his gaze never straying away from it whether it was in the air or making contact with someone else's hands.

"Matsukawa!" Oikawa shouted to his teammate who dove for the spinning ball.

The boy manage to dig it up and it was in the air again. Oikawa was sprinting his eyes narrowed as he leapt into the air, his hands meeting the flying ball. The contact was impeccable, so impeccable that his eyes that had grown dull shined. Everyone watched as the brunette took his spot in the air with a graceful leap, waiting for him to make a choice.

In that moment he felt as if he left his own body.

His eyes quickly flickered over to Iwaizumi who gave him a nod and just like that he shot the ball in the opposite direction.

Iwaizumi bolted, skidding to a stop right where the brunette had calculated and jumped. His spike collided with the ball and before anyone knew it, it met the gym floor. The opposite side of court was rendered stupefied, cheers erupted and Oikawa collapsed to the ground.

The Aoba Joshai team looked at their captain in terror, the agony written all over his face as he grasped his knee. His fingers dug into his skin as the searing pain shot through his leg. Fuck not this again...

"No... come on..." he whispered under his breath, gritting his teeth from the throbbing.

Everything faded away. Even the pride of scoring against Ushijima Wakatoshi. He knew the ultimate fate. He knew one point meant nothing against him. It was a mere streak of pride, satisfaction that the desperation for some success paid off. But now? His efforts ended with him collapsing on the gym floor, staring at the ball that just rolled. It kept rolling further and further away and it stung. Just like his success, it just kept getting further and further away from his grasp. Just like Wakatoshi who was standing in above him now, looking down at him. Everytime Oikawa climbed up a level, Wakatoshi had already climbed two.

Unattainable.

His hearing was muffled as he pushed himself off of the ground. His leg was burning, the pain radiating from his knee to the rest while he stood up. His teammates spoke to him but he didn't hear anything, he didn't want to. He was tired of the pity, he was exhausted of being looked at with the scrutinizing eyes of those who pitied him. Wakatoshi watched the brunette stumble off the court as did the rest. Everyone watched and Oikawa kept walking.

He had to get away from them, from all of them.

From the weakness.

He stumbled off the court without hearing his disconcerted coach calling out to him. He stumbled over to the side, grabbed his water bottle and made his way towards the doors. He could hear the sound of his own breathing echoing in his ears as he limped across the hardwood, his eyes glued to the exit.